Chapter 12: Damien's Inferno
I woke up completely restrained to what felt like a bed.
My vision slowly came into focus. Slowly.
And slowly my memory came back. Damien.
Sure enough, as my eyes went to the left, there he was, sitting in a chair, eyeing me carefully.
I pulled hard and looked at what was holding my arms hostage.
It was what looked like a scarf of come sort.
My eyes went back to Damien who was staring at me still.
My heart quickened in fear.
"Let me go."
"No. You belong here."
"No. I don't."
"Yeah well, I'll let you think that but we both know the truth. You gave up something to a man and it belonged to me."
I looked down, just now realizing that I'm naked. I gasp.
He smiles. "Yeah, it's a little awkward. But I have a good reason for why I took your clothes off. Don't worry."
My eyes watered. I hope to god he wasn't going to do what I think he's going to do. If he does, I don't think I could ever be the same again.
"Damien," I tried to reason with him.
"Say my name like you say his. Tell me what you tell him. Do to me what you do to him, Nikita."
I closed my eyes, my tears spilling, sliding down my temple. What if I never see Zane again? Ever?
The thought ripped through my heart like chainsaw.
"Damien, please don't do this."
Damien smiles slightly. "Beg me not to."
I swallow hard, taking my pride and dignity and flushing it down the drain as I did as he said and I begged.
Damien's smile widen. "Now beg for me."
"Beg for me to fuck you, Nikita."
"No!" I glared at him.
He raises his brow. "It'll happen whether you beg or not. It doesn't really matter."
"What do you want? Let me go and I'll give you whatever you want."
He shakes his head. "Blondes." He sighs. "What I want is you. And I was forced to be without for a few months until I could find you. I can't go on any longer."
"My brother knows where you live. He'll be here soon." I said between gritted teeth.
Damien nods and turns to go to a table. He grabs something and turns back to me. He walks back over to me with a gun and cocks it, a small smile appearing onto his face. "I have something for him and your ex when they arrive here. And your parents too if they choose to get involved."
My heart clenched. Mom and dad. Dorian. Zane. He'd kill them all. He'd kill them all…because of me.
"If you loved me, you wouldn't do this to me. You wouldn't hurt any of the people I love. You won't hurt me."
He rolls his eyes. "I'm doing it for us, Nikita. Us."
I sniff and my eyes dart about the room, trying to fine the tiniest escape.
"Oh. No. You're not going anywhere. Nowhere. You belong to me now. Everything about you belong to me, your mind, your body, everything, Nikita."
I was going insane, frantic with madness as the car screeched to a halt and I banged my hand on Dorian's door.
He opened, already ready.
I had called him using Nikki's phone and he knew where Damien lived.
"Are you ready?"
He cocks a gun and puts it into his jeans. "Yes."
Nikki's friend, I believe her name is Vicki, stepped outside.
"Is she coming along?" I asked.
He nods. "Nikki's her best friend and my sister. Yes she's coming along."
I nod and turn.
We all pile up into my car.
I lick my dry lips and slam my door shut. "Tell me the direction."
Damien was touching me, in the places I only ever wanted Zane to touch.
I closed my eyes praying this was all I ad nightmare and I'd soon wake up from it to gain back my sanity.
The tears continued to fall down my temple.
Damien was on the bed, studying and exploring my body with excited interest that made me feel sick.
He sighed, as his fingers came to my entrance.
My eyes grew wide. Wide with alert as they snapped open and I tried to scoot away. "No. Please don't, Damien. Please." I begged.
A look of sympathy passed into his eyes for a second. Then his look hardened. What? He's allowed to touch you but I'm not?"
I didn't answer because I knew it would make him upset and I had to keep him calm, if I had any intention on getting out of here.
"Your body was always mine. Always. Everything about you is mine."
"Damien…listen to me. Please listen to me. Please. Please. Please."
He said nothing as he stared into my eyes.
"Do you want to hurt me?" I asked.
He said nothing.
"Well you will. If you force to give myself to you, it will be rape. Okay? I know deep inside you're a really good person and the last thing you'd ever do is rape someone you love, right?" I asked.
He swallowed hard and shook his head. "He wasn't supposed to be the first, Nikita. I was. I fucking was. I was supposed to be your first everything and you that asshole take it." He gripped my hips with ferocity.
I whimpered in fear.
"Did you like fucking him?"
I swallowed my tears.
"I hope so, because it's the last time any other dick beside mine will be in you." He let go of my hips to pull his shirt over his head.
My crying grew uncontrollable.
He was probably right.
I'm never going to leave. Never going to be able to see outside again. Or my family. Or Victori'ess. Or…Zane. The thought pulled at my heart and literally made it hurt.
The crying grew more and more intense, clenching at my heart, squeezing it. Zane.
"Now I'll show you pleasure, and you'll give me you in return."
"When was the last time you visited the hospital?" I whispered.
He glared at me. A sickening snarl slipped from his lips and he backhanded my cheek hard as I yelped.
"You don't talk about that fucking hospital. I'm fucking fine. I don't need them."
"Yes you do." He backhanded me again, this time, my nose was contacted and blood gushed out.
Sniffling, I look back to him, my eyes blurry with angry and fearful tears.
"I didn't have to do this. I told you I wanted you at the bar but you chose to ignore me. And I told you I was going to get you back anyway, didn't I?"
He slid off the bed but stood at the foot as he unbuttoned his jeans. "Stupid little slut is what you are. I'll show you what a slut you are. I'll fucking show you." He growled as he pulled his boxers down.
He climbed onto the bed and I kicked and screamed no and tried to fight him off as he climbed over my body, threatening me.
I didn't listen, I was too busy trying to squirm away from him.
I tried to reason with him and beg him not to do this but he didn't want to listen either way.
I felt the head line up to my entrance.
I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my face with my hand silently crying into my hands, readying for this pain I'll be forced to take as a punishment for giving myself to the man I love.
Just as he was about to enter my body, there was a loud gunshot that made the both of us jump.
"NIKKI!" Dorian screamed.
I started screaming his name. Damien smacked his hand across my lips. "Shut up!" He growled.
I heard movement and glass breaking. "One word and I'll kill you." He growled before quickly getting off of me. He hurriedly put his clothes back on and grabbed the gun from the table and hid in the corner.
I kept quiet. Praying they don't find me down here, because the second someone turns that corner, they could be dead. Dead.
But it was too late, the footsteps. One…two….three….THREE?
Dorian was the first to appeared in my view.
His eyes grew wide. "Nikki, Jesus!" He started running towards me.
"Dorian, NO!" I screamed.
A bullet flew past Dorian and hit the wall.
Dorian had a gun in hand and began shooting as Damien ducked and hid behind a few columns.
I tried to pull at my restraints.
"Nikki!" Victori'ess exclaimed.
"Don't touch her, you bitch." Damien pointed a second gun to Vicki who paused just as she stepped into the room.
Dorian held a glare as he aimed his gun at Damien.
Damien was focused on Vicki.
Dorian shot another bullet and it didn't phase Damien. He just stood there, glaring at Vicki. "One more step and you're fucking done." He growled.
Vicki took a deep breath, glanced at me, and then took off running towards me and inches before she could reach, a bullet flew through her eye, knocking her down.
I screamed, anger rippling through me.
Damien released all of his bullets non stop while Damien just hid, if I wasn't mistaking, I could hear maniac laughter from what he's just done.
I looked down to Victori'ess.
Oh god. I did this to her.
Zane then entered the room. No. No. No. No. No. "Zane, DON'T!" I screamed as
He looked to Damien.
Dorian lost the bullets in his gun.
Damien came from behind the column.
He glared at Zane.
Zane held the gun, aiming it at Damien.
Damien aimed his gun to Zane, a grim and wicked smile on his face.
"Dorian, go untie her." Zane said.
Damien smiled, not taking his eyes from Zane.
Dorian's eyes were red with tears. He glanced at Vicki's dead body before coming over to me.
Damien took a few steps closer, his smile never leaving.
Dorian untied me, distant as he did. He grabbed my clothes that were striped from my body and rushed them onto me.
Damien looked at me. "You love him, Nikki?"
He looked back to Zane and shot, right in the stomach.
Zane fell to the ground, immediately unconscious. Darkness swelled up in my body. In my soul. No. No. He's not dead. No.
Dorian dived for the gun and Damien shot Dorian in the arm.
Then I grabbed the gun, aimed at Dorian and shot him dead in the chest.
The place then grew quiet. Everything grew quiet.
I watched him as he dropped to the floor.